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NORSHORE SENTINEL â€"THURSDAY, OCTOBER 20, 1960 3 SUGAR 'N' SPICE By BILL SMILEY Boy, my only regret is that somebody didn't steer me into this teaching game years ago. It's the easiest stint I've had since I worked in the salt mines of Poland as a prisoner of war. About the same hours, too. The amazing thing about it is not that it's so easy, it's that you actually get paid for it. I doubt whether squirrels running on a treadmill receive a nickel for their efforts. And as far as I know, the prisoners in those labor camps in Siberia don't draw a salary. Teaching is just as easy as either of these occupations. It's not really so bad, though. You don't have to get up until about 7.15 in the morning, and some nights you have your lesson preparations completed by 2 a.m. I seem to be thriving on it. I've only lost 7 pounds, have lasted two months and haven't even been fired yet. It has a lot of good points, too. It cuts down on the smoking, when you have to teach six periods before lunch, without time for a single drag, from 9 to 1. That first cigarette, when you finally totter out of the classroom, is better than a stick of marijuana. It's like being kicked on the head by an angel. The room spins slowly around you and you drift happily about a foot off the floor. Then there's the happy, Bohemian camaraderie of the teachers' room. Six men teachers, slumped heavily in chairs, staring at their boots and sucking deep on the weed. A few women teachers, exchanging sprightly repartee about how their feet hurt. It's all sort of gay and warm and charming. And another aspect of the job has cheered me immensely. Before I began teaching, I agreed with most people that teenagers were monsters from outer space, or somewhere. I've changed my mind completely. I have five classes of them, and there isn't a single one from outer space, as far as I can learn. Seriously, I've never met more interesting people than the 180-odd kids I face each day. They range from bright little crickets of boys, athirst for knowledge, to great hulking brutes of 17, whose leering presence makes your hackles rise; from dumpy little dolls who will get a crush on me, to elegant, sophisticated young women who will scarcely deign to sweep me with one of those insolent glances with which elegant, sophisticated young women dismiss old men of 40. Oh, it's exhausting, but scarcely dull. The modem high school is a far cry from the leisurely hall of learning you and I attended, Dad. The bodies are pouring into them from the public schools at such a rate that space and time are the essentials in coping with them. As a result, the thundering herd must be. kept on the run and under the thumb, to avoid chaos. With a broader curriculum, and his outside activities tripled or quadrupled, the youth of today must scramble, not amble, if he is to avoid being trampled underfoot. Young Hugh, who made the jump this year from the moderate pace of public school, with its recess periods and long lunch hour, to the split-second gallop of a district high school, is enthralled and appalled. "Gee, dad," he observed, "you haven't even time to go to the bathroom." He's right. Back in the Hungry Thirties, when I was in high school , there wasn't much point in graduating, as there were no jobs available. Some of us stayed around so long the new kids thought we were on staff. The caretaking staff, that is, as we spent our "spares" down in the boiler room, smoking and talking about joining the Canadian battalion being raised to fight in the Spanish Civil War. Our extra-curricular activities consisted of shooting pool and roaring it up at the country dances in the district, on Friday nights. We had almost none of the myriad of affairs and events which are part of high school life today. About twice a year, there would be a rigidly supervised school dance, at which all the boys stood on one side of the gym and talked rugby, while the girls danced disconsolately with each other. Today's high school student is as far removed from the simple youth of our day as a rocket missile is from a bow and arrow. He works hard and plays hard. He must be continually on the jump if he is to meet his 'social and academic obligations. Provided the men in the white coats don't come for me soon, I shall look forward with pleasure, and some trepidation, to- letting him use me as a springboard from which to launch some of his jumps. NIPIGON CHAMBER MEETING HAS OVERFLOW ATTENDANCE One of the most enthusiastic meetings in recent years started the newly-named Nipigon Chamber of Commerce, nee Board of Trade, off on the right foot Thursday in its initial meeting. Thirty-five businessmen and citizens jammed the meeting room of the Hotel Nipigon Inn with the two main topics of discussion being the highway promotion of Nipigon and the controversial closing hour bylaw. A delegation of corner store owners, fresh from a discussion with council the night previous, presented their arguments against the bylaw with a petition signed by many of the merchants in the township. Reeve George O'Neill had suggested Tuesday that the Chamber of Commerce should solve the problem of closing hours and the owners asked the Chamber for help in their fight to have the bylaw thrown out. Under the proposed new rulings, the small comer stores would be grouped with the larger chain stores with all retail merchants closing their doors at 6 p.m. every Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday and Saturday, remaining closed from 6 p.m. Saturday until 5 a.m. Tuesday. The small store owners argued not only would it be their death knell but that it would make Nipigon a "ghost town" over the weekend for citizens and tourists especially. The Chamber appointed a committee of four to investigate the matter thoroughly with outside chambers and any other agency they see fit with an eye to classifying the small stores separately. The findings will then be presented to council. Members of the committee are: Maurice Thompson, C. McOuat, Mrs. Swanson and Mr. Pink. NEON SIGNS A move to erect two neon signs on highway 17-11 at the East and West entrances to town was reported progressing favorably with the big problem being just where to erect the signs. Approval must be given by the Department of Transport for such a move and, in this regard, the chamber decided to invite a department of highways representative to a meeting with the chamber and council. The question of unpaid dues and rates for the coming season brought a lively discussion. In regard to unpaid dues it was finally decided that Oct. 31 be taken as the start of the coming year and that paid-up members have half their total applied to next year. A letter has been sent to the Heavy Money Vancouver, (OP) â€" Weighted down with 543 nickels, 303 dimes, 56 quarters and 64 pennies, a man was arrested and held by police. About $200 in change was reported missing from the Stanley Park wishing well. chairman of the membership committee giving the committee a goal of 30 paid-up members for the next meeting. The fee for membership was set at $15 for businessmen and $10 for citizens. Committee of dour volunteered to take over the important industry committee. The members are Allan Assad, Ben Long, Maurice Thompson and Fred Cameron. C. McOuat was appointed publicity chairman. 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